It Took Starting A Family To Stop The Crazy Stuff And Get My Home

In college I had a sexual relationship with another girl, fwb. After college I met the man I married. He was previously married and unknown to me his ex was still in the picture. Jealousy, sidelined, I ran back to my college fwb. This time, we fell in love. My husband refused an amical divorce, preferring that I continue with my girlfriend and he continue with his ex.

Complicated isn't the word, who all woke up in our house was a who's who in the zoo. Either you become friends or you go crazy. Being the 'wife' I owned the kitchen. Being the 'wife' I woke up in my house every day. Being the 'wife' I sometimes woke up with my husband. Being the 'wife' I was hostess, party planner, chief cook and bottle washer, housekeeper, laundromat.

After a couple of years of this I again asked for a divorce. No was the answer. A fight was too expensive. I settled in for the long game. I had two children and forced a home environment, our 'lovers' were guests, not cohabitators. That slowly provided the atmosphere for the craziness to end. Still friends, but now I was THE WIFE. And it was my home, and guests didn't spend the night, and I woke up with my husband.